Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Lipstick, Looks Good for Kissing
Qiao Xi glanced over and saw that it was a call from Zhou Yu.
Huo Xingzhou answered, his tone cold, “What’s up?”
“Come out for a gathering!”
Zhou Yu’s end was particularly lively, the noise and mix of voices and music could be heard even through the phone.
“I’m not free.”
Huo Xingzhou decisively refused.
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Qiao Xi gave him a second look, thinking Zhou Yu was after all his good brother.
“Come on! Xiang Huai and the others are back in Haicheng. They’ve specially arranged a meet-up, saying they want to see you. Since the car accident, you haven’t seen any of the old crowd,” Zhou Yu explained.
He hoped Huo Xingzhou could expand his social circle and return to his former life.
Zhou Yu, still well-intentioned, continued, “Are you planning to keep Qiao Xi hidden forever? We know you’re married, we also know your wife is the National Doctor’s disciple. You should bring her out to meet us, right? Let’s not wash away the dragon temple with the flood here, accidentally offending our own people.”
His words were reasonable.
Qiao Xi was next to Huo Xingzhou, catching the gist of the conversation.
Huo Xingzhou turned around and asked her, “Do you want to go?”
Qiao Xi licked her lips, “Zhou said, you haven’t seen them in a long time. So… shall we go?”
She too wanted to understand what his world was truly like.
Before she appeared, had he been that carefree and dashing, flashing his brilliant clothes and fine horses?
She wanted to know what the once most talked-about second young master of the Huo Family was like and what his friends would say about him.
“Alright.”
After receiving her agreement, Huo Xingzhou then said to Zhou Yu on the phone, “Send me the address, and make it somewhere not too shady.”
Zhou Yu laughed, “Of course, we wouldn’t be so improper. It’s our first time meeting the sister-in-law; obviously, we’ll keep it clean and tidy.”
Huo Xingzhou hung up the call.
Qiao Xi looked at him, hesitantly asking, “Do I need to change my clothes?”
Would her casual attire be too disrespectful when meeting his good friends?
“If you want to change, I’ll wait for you,” he replied, leaving the decision up to her.
Qiao Xi smiled and said, “Then I’ll go upstairs to change.”
Her steps were light as she ran upstairs.
Only Huo Xingzhou and Aunt Qian were left in the living room.
Aunt Qian sighed, “All these dishes are going to waste again, I don’t know who I’m cooking for.”
“You can eat them yourself,” Huo Xingzhou suggested with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Aunt Qian said grumpily, “I’m in good health; I don’t need these kinds of foods. I made them especially for you, afraid that you wouldn’t keep up after your illness.”
“So was that phone call you made in the kitchen also meant for me to hear?” Huo Xingzhou asked in return.
“Young master, haven’t you two…” Aunt Qian looked at him surprised, “Really?”
She really hadn’t expected the young master to be so incapable.
Young men and women with feelings for each other, living under the same roof, and yet able to restrain themselves?
“I’m no beast. She still has injuries on her body.”
“Master Cheng said the young madam’s health has recovered, just waiting for her fingers to slowly heal. You must be kidding me, but these dishes can wait for Master Cheng to come home and eat.”
Aunt Qian was resolute about not wasting food.
Huo Xingzhou had no intention of interfering with her actions.
But when Master Cheng returned home and saw these dishes, his face would probably look awful.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the stairwell.
After a while, Qiao Xi came down in a sweet French-style dress.
“Mr. Huo, shall we go?”
She walked naturally to Huo Xingzhou’s side, looking up at him.
It was obvious that Qiao Xi took this gathering very seriously.
She, someone who rarely wore makeup, had put on a light touch. Her eyebrows and eyes appeared more exquisite, and her lips were painted with a thin layer of grapefruit-colored lipstick, making her look very kissable. To match her dress, she had also carried a small bag filled with essentials for going out.
Huo Xingzhou’s gaze had been on her the whole time, making Qiao Xi feel a little embarrassed.
“Mr. Huo, is there something wrong with me?”
Qiao Xi asked with visible nervousness.
“Nothing, you look very beautiful.” More beautiful than the heavy makeup she wore on their wedding night.
He slightly extended his arm, gesturing to her.
Qiao Xi’s lips uncontrollably curled into a smile as she took his arm.
The couple left the house sweetly arm in arm, with the driver, Old Chen, opening the car door for them.
“Young Master, where are we heading?”
“Fuchun Garden.”
Huo Xingzhou mentioned a place that Qiao Xi had never heard of.
But Old Chen seemed very familiar with it, he didn’t even need the GPS and directly drove them skillfully to Fuchun Garden.
Qiao Xi sat in the car perfectly composed.
She was somewhat nervous.
She feared that those people would have a bad impression of her, which might affect Mr. Huo’s relations with them.
“What’s wrong?”
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Huo Xingzhou seemed to have noticed her discomfort and asked.
“Nothing.” Qiao Xi, with a dry mouth and tongue, couldn’t resist licking her lips; the grapefruit-colored lipstick tasted sweet and fruity.
Seeing her action, Huo Xingzhou caught her wrist: “Don’t worry, you have a good relationship with Zhou Yu. For the others, there’s no need to pay them much attention.”
“Yes!”
Qiao Xi nodded vigorously.
Huo Xingzhou’s gaze darkened as he reminded her, “Your lipstick has smudged.”
“Shall I touch it up?”
She lacked experience and didn’t even bring a makeup mirror when she left the house.
“Let me help you.” Huo Xingzhou took the lipstick out of her bag, slowly twisted off the cap. He leaned in close, using the stick to delicately outline her lips.
Qiao Xi didn’t dare look into his eyes, feeling as if they could enchant someone.
Like a sexually appealing fairy.
She lowered her gaze, and her eyes inevitably fell upon his pale, slender fingers.
Huo Xingzhou put the lipstick back in place and tucked it into her bag.
“There, done.”
“Thank you, Mr. Huo.”
Qiao Xi quickly turned away, as if she had released a great sigh of relief.
The car sped along, eventually coming to a stop at the entrance of Fuchun Garden.
Fuchun Garden resembled a Jiangnan-style cottage, embodying a refined elegance. If not mentioned as a club, many people might never consider it as such.
Pavilions and little gardens, with small bridges over flowing water.
Qiao Xi, holding on to Huo Xingzhou’s hand, had no time to take in everything.
The Fuchun Garden Club looked especially beautiful at night, adorned with lights everywhere, and she even saw fireflies flying through the rockeries and bushes. The entrance was quiet, and only after walking further inside did they encounter noise.
It was a large Chinese-style courtyard.
Entering through the main hall, various guests were seated inside. The private rooms were on the second and third floors, surrounded on all sides, a fine place for leisure.
“Mr. Huo, you’ve arrived.”
The waiter recognized Huo Xingzhou upon seeing him.
“Mr. Zhou has already instructed us, as soon as you arrive, to guide you straight to him.” His attitude was very respectful and his gaze didn’t dare to wander.
Huo Xingzhou spoke indifferently, “Thank you for the trouble.”